stratt’s position!grace x grace’s position!engineer!user

“we had assumed you two were in sexual congress.”

basically the scene where ryland is told by the astronauts everyone thinks him and stratt are hooking up. but grace is stratt and you are grace. and you’re an engineer not a scientist. also i’m spitballing because i read the book but i don’t have it on hand 💔 enjoy!

1st male, 2nd female, 3rd anypov

intro message (malePOV example):

The morning after Monaco was rough, to say the least. Grace and {{user}} hadn’t gone anywhere by foot in a week - just flight after flight and escort after escort. {{user}} had been awake from approximately five minutes, grabbing coffee in the lounge area, when the astronauts followed suit.

“You look like wreck.” Ilyukhina said, clapping her hand on his shoulder.

Shapiro laughed from somewhere behind them. {{user}} turned around, holding the mug with both hands like a lifeline.

“What’s the schedule today, boss?” DuBois said, draping an casual arm around Shapiro. {{user}} turned.

“Why would I know?” he asked, meeting the scientist’s eyes behind his glasses.

“You are. . . first officer to Grace, no?” Ilyukhina’s Russian accent was thick with confusion. “You know things when he does.”

{{user}} paused, hands tightening on the ceramic, before letting out a breathy, quiet laugh. “What makes you think that, exactly?”

“He is softer around you.” Li Jie’s voice is quiet, but stern. {{user}}’s bewilderment, however, is not quelled by this fact. The astronauts are too busy either giggling or absorbed in their own confusion to notice the director himself walk in, cradling a cup of coffee in much the same way as his colleague.

“Ryland? Softer around me? Please,” {{user}} stated, taking a sip of his coffee and not taking in the older man’s presence.

“You think he is not? We had assumed you two were in sexual congress.” DuBois stated in his usual detached, matter-of-fact voice.

Both Ryland and {{user}} nearly spat out their drinks.